the year was 1957. . . the place was philadelphia

When I was a boy, I dreamed that one day I would be a working actor on the Broadway stage. . .well, that never happened and now I’m 68 years old, retired after a lifetime of doing pretty much as I damn well pleased and still have the same dream. . . some itches just can’t be scratched enough. . .

This is some of what I remember along the way and the way I remember it. . . no one can ever convince me that one word of it is not the absolute truth. . . my absolute truth. . . make of it what you will and I hope you enjoy it. . . I think I did. . . at least those are the parts I’m going to tell you about. . .

Ann! what a treat. . . how did you stumble across me this time? and how wonderful to have found each other again. . . I love your page and how involved you still are in the theatre. . . and just the tiniest bit jealous. . .

Oh, I miss you every once in a while and do a search on your name. I’m busy in theatre but don’t really have a ‘tribe’. I take it too seriously for most community theatre folks. We should do a play together – a reading. I’ll come visit my daughter. Bakersfield’s not THAT far from you.

Sal: This is great stuff. I hope you’ll keep at it. I identify so much, especially with getting on the bus with very little $ in the pocket and rushing to see Broadway shows. You should check out my facebook page. There are some people from back in the day — those who survived — posting quite a lot. I’m sure they’d like to follow your blog. Meanwhile, I will let some people know about it. XXOO Melba